Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

"I guess you could say I was forced to follow the wiring."

Suren twitched the corner of her mouth, placed the last test tube into the sterilizer, and pressed the button.

With a soft "whoosh," the sterilization process started, and a gentle red light enveloped all the glassware inside the machine.

Suren let out a long breath, stretched vigorously, and his spine cracked a few times.

The only difference might be that Runren people wash dishes in the kitchen of Chinese restaurants.

Meanwhile, he was in a well-equipped laboratory, washing test tubes that had unknown residue.

However, the advantage for me is that it's a job at Lexcorp.

So even if it's just washing bottles, you still get an annual salary, and the income is naturally incomparable to washing dishes.

Just as the ancients said a thousand years ago, even mice behave differently depending on the environment they live in.

After stretching her somewhat stiff body, Suren picked up her employee ID card and flicked it lightly.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

Suren glanced at her smartphone; it was well past lunchtime.

If I go to a restaurant now and order food, the kitchen might add some strange condiments.

So he simply suppressed his hunger for the time being and actually started wandering around this floor, just as Old A had said.

Apart from the room where Old A gave him his "onboarding training," the other rooms were narrow and cramped, with only enough space to turn around and a dazzling array of displays and paper documents.

However, Suren did not see the kind of living creatures with tubes inserted, often found in science fiction movies, that are submerged in an unknown liquid in a glass jar.

In most of the rooms, Suren saw alien bacteria in petri dishes or alien plants in incubators.

Suren glanced at it briefly and quickly lost interest.

Extraterrestrial life sounds incredibly exciting—new life forms with mysterious roles—but in reality, it's not like that at all.

Most bacteria and plants don't actually have any magical effects; they are simply "life" in themselves.

When extraterrestrial beings first arrived on Earth, scientists and the public were gripped by extreme panic.

As a result, every time an alien creature arrives, the site is sealed off and everyone is quarantined until it is confirmed that there are no traces of alien microorganisms on them.

Slogans like "Alien freaks get off Earth" appeared in marches several times.

However, nowadays, there are only a few laboratories in the United States that are still diligently conducting basic classification and biological characteristic research on extraterrestrial microorganisms.

The reason for this is that, in the DC universe, the origin of life is Earth.

More accurately, it is the Earth's oceans.

Extraterrestrial microorganisms and Earth's native microorganisms are more like two flowers blooming on the same tree, one outside the wall and one inside; neither is inherently superior to the other.

So, just a few months later, the once-powerful "alien bacteria doomsday theory" vanished without a trace.

However, medical scams claiming that "alien bacteria can cure all diseases" are still common.

Aside from the renowned StarLabs in Gotham City, there are only a few universities and Lextar Corporation.

Based on Suren's assessment of the "Biological Blueprint," the surrounding displays and research are not exactly useless, but rather lacking in practicality.

A sense of disappointment crept in with boredom. Suren reached out and rubbed her aching stomach, intending to quickly scan the remaining rooms before leaving.

It wasn't until Suren pushed open a door deep in the corridor that she finally stopped in her tracks.

It was a human corpse, and it was unforgettable at first glance.

After all, the entire corpse was completely uncovered, and its body was a translucent, solidified amber color.

Inside the amber-colored interior, the pale white bones and strange patterns spreading throughout the body are clearly visible.

If Su Lun had to describe the texture, it might be somewhat similar to the preserved eggs he ate in his previous life.

[Homo sapiens corpse]

[Status: Special ability solidified, energy dissipating.]

[Ability: Hate the Furnace, converting hatred into energy, which can be stored within the body to strengthen it or released externally.]

[Analysis in progress; a deeper understanding of the ability's principles or the ability's host can accelerate the process.]

As the information stream flashed by, Suren could clearly feel her heart beating faster.

Compared to the previous useless abilities, this one is like finding gold in the trash.

Just then, a deep, emotionless voice sounded behind Suren.

"This is the previous holder of the 'S' badge, a former rising star of the department."

Suren turned around abruptly, and Big B was standing in the shadows by the doorway.

"Does working in this department require a very strong heart?"

Suren had a premonition that Big B would appear like this many more times in the days to come.

He simply picked up the paper documents next to him and skimmed through them quickly.

As he learned more about the file named "Icarus," Suren's brows furrowed.

"This project seemed quite promising, so why wasn't it continued?"

Suren's words were not empty talk. Using emotions to generate energy and then using it to strengthen oneself and project it outwards is definitely a prototype of the Lamp Ring!

Big B shrugged.

"His luck wasn't very good."

"luck?"

Suren couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

In the field of "science," a bit of luck is certainly necessary.

For example, you might suddenly discover a strain of bacteria that can produce super-strong penicillin, or you might dream of arranging elements into a complete table.

But it is clear that this research has already yielded initial results, and as long as it continues, it is only a matter of time before artificial lamp rings are made by hand.

Even through the [BioBlueprint], Suren understood that the corpse already contained energy produced by the [Forge of Hatred].

While it's far from reaching the scale of those who possess the Lamp Ring, the feasibility is undeniable!

"The divorce directly led to his bankruptcy, and Lex Group had no choice but to dismiss him."

Big B's words made Suren raise her head, looking at him with a puzzled and shocked expression.

Divorce? Bankruptcy? Being fired?

These three words, when applied to this genius who was practically a supernova, felt utterly foreign to him.

"He had no choice but to continue his research in the sewers, but unfortunately, it happened to coincide with the time when the Lord of the Seven Seas reclaimed his trident, and Metropolis experienced two whole months of rain."

Where's Superman?

"Surren asked."

If such a natural disaster were to occur, Superman, as a superhero, would certainly not refrain from participating in disaster relief efforts.

"You forgot? What metal can Superman see through?"

Big B's lips curled into a cold smile, as if he had heard some lame joke.

"Lead...and most of the sewers in major cities use lead pipes..."

Suren muttered to himself, he was truly shocked that even this obvious question required a hint to answer.

"In short, Old A later found him in the sewer pipe, and it took quite a bit of effort to preserve him intact here."

"His presence here serves as a reminder that in today's chaotic world, the wisdom of ordinary people alone is insufficient to pursue distant dreams."

Big B's expression remained largely unchanged, as if he were simply evaluating a failed product.

"So you named him Icarus, the guy who flew too close to the sun and died."

Suren's voice became slightly heavier.

"Once you understand this principle, you're one of us."

Big B patted Suren on the shoulder, his tone relaxed.

"Let's go, it's a late-night snack, my treat."